All language subtitles for The Virginian S08E06 - The Runaway

Bayo?

Yeah.

I have a nice supper
waiting for you.

Hey.

You know what I've been
thinkin' about, Claire?

Come here.

I've been thinkin'
about them mountains.

See, about this time of day,
sun hits 'em,

and they look like
they're made out of gold.

Hey, maybe they are, huh?
Just a couple of miles away,

waitin' for somebody to
come along and dig it all up.

Huh?

I heard talk today that there's some
ranchers looking for experienced help.

Oh, Claire. Now, I told you,
you know. I quit with ranchin'.

Ten hard years.

All I got was enough ground
to bury my wife in.

Besides, I got me a job.

You can do a whole lot better
than cleaning up a saloon, Bayo.

Yeah, well,

it'll do till
somethin' else comes along.

If you got some decent work, you
could send for that boy of yours...

like you've always
been talking about.

Well, I'm goin' to, Claire.

Just takes time.
You know, I got plans.

I'm gonna learn me a trade,
or maybe I'll get a business.

Then I could take care
of Hoot the way I want to.

Bayo, a boy needs
to be with his father.

And he's goin' to be, Claire.

It just takes time.

You know, till I get
on my feet again.

Until then, well...

Look, I left him with
a very good family.

They've always treated him
like he's one of their own.

Hey, I'll bet you he's havin'
the time of his life right now.

And I wouldn't wanna
spoil that for anything.

I'll bet you...

he's as happy...

as a bear cub in a pot of honey.

Who is it? Who's there?

Boy, come back! Do you hear me?

Won't do you no good
to run, boy!

I'll catch ya!
I'll drag ya back!

Do ya hear me? Come back!

Won't do you no good
to run, boy!

Hello. Liz. What
are you doing here?

I came to see how you were
doing with that mountain lion.

Well, there's no sign of him
yet, but we're ready for him.

What makes you think
he's gonna come back here?

This is where he made
his last kill.

He's probably sittin' up there
right now eyein' that calf.

We'll wait here till
he comes down to get it.

Yeah, which I hope
is before breakfast,

seein' as how I missed...
dinner and supper already.

Well, you must be pretty hungry.

You could say that.

You could say "starved"
and be closer to it.

In that case, follow me.

Oh.

Behold!

That wouldn't be a food
basket now, would it?

Real honest-to-goodness
food? It's only leftovers.

Leftovers?

Leftover ham, leftover baked
beans, leftover fried chicken.

Leftover sweet potato pie.

Here. Why don't you let me give
you a hand? I'll tell you one thing.

There won't be any leftover
leftovers when we get through with it.

I'm hungry enough to
eat a horse, saddle and all.

What's the matter?
Something seems to be missin'.

- What?
- The food.

Surely you're joking.

What happened to the chicken?

You sure it was cooked?
Maybe it just flew away.

Hold it.

Hey! Hey!

Well, what kind
of critter is that?

- He's coming your way, Jim!
- Where?

Hey, kid! Hold on. Hold on, son.

Hold it. What the... Ow!

Hey, will you just... Ow!

Ow! Hey... All right. If
that's the way you want it.

Wait here for that
lion while I take care of

this bobcat. Kid, what's
the matter with you?

Can't you just
tell us your name, son,

or where you came from?

Wait until after he's eaten.
Then he'll tell us.

Seems to me he could do both.

I bet you haven't had a hot
meal inside of you for days.

Why don't you try it?

That milk is just as sweet
as honey. Nice and cool too.

I have a nice surprise
for you after you eat.

Come on.

You'll see it's mighty good.

Ho! No, you don't. Now, come on.

Sit down.

Hey!

There he is! Oh!

Whoa!

What this young fella needs
is a good spankin'.

Not while I'm around here,
Clay Grainger.

Now, you all get out of here! No
wonder the poor boy wants to run away...

With two grown men standing
over him, asking him questions.

I thought you had
a mountain lion to catch.

For a while there, I
thought I already caught him.

And I'm sure that you have work
to do around here on the ranch.

Yes. I have something to do.

But I'm not gonna be
very far away.

Thank you, honey. I'll
get him some more milk.

Yes.

Oh.

Guess you've been through
a lot in your short life.

I can see that.

But nobody's gonna
hurt you here.

Nobody.

Now, try this.

Put this in your hand.

Well? As near as I can find out,

nobody's heard anything
in town about a missing boy.

From the looks of his clothes, he came
from a lot farther than Medicine Bow...

or anywhere else near here.
He still hasn't said anything, huh?

Not even his name.

He looks at ya as if he's
listening, but he won't answer.

He must have his reasons.
Well, I wish I knew what they were.

Maybe we could find out
who he belongs to.

Did you talk to
the sheriff? Yes.

He's gonna look into it and let
us know if he finds out anything.

Then I guess that's
the best we can do.

Hmm. I'd better
get back to work.

- What are you so pleased about?
- I'm thinking about the boy.

Clay, I wanna buy him
some new clothes.

The ones he's wearing now look
like they're about ready to fall off.

He'll have to have shoes.

Now... Now, wait a
minute. Some good ones.

It's only a matter of time before
his folks come lookin' for him.

Only a day or two at the most.

Probably just wandered off and
got lost and is afraid to admit it.

His people must be out
looking for him right now.

Well, I hope they are.

But he still needs new clothes.

And the way it looks, his
people can't have much money.

Oh, let me buy them
for him, Clay.

All right. Get him
whatever you want.

Only just be careful.

Be careful of what?

Getting too attached.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, that, uh...

Yeah, that's, uh...
That's the one, all right.

Yeah. He had, uh, red
hair, and about so tall.

When did ya see him? Well, it
was the day before yesterday.

I had just come out of the back room, and
there he was lookin' at them sandwiches...

down at the end of the bar.

Before I could stop him,
he grabbed one and run out.

I know. I should've figured
he was from your place.

Did you see where he went?
The way he was runnin',

he might be clean
into Wyoming by now.

I guess this is, uh,
one boy you lost.

I'll get him back.

You're right, Henry.
That boy's a troublemaker.

Run off on me twice before. But I'm
willin' to bet he never runs off again.

Uh, I hear they, uh...
They don't allow...

a place like yours in Wyoming.

Could be you'll have some
trouble bringing him back.

I've got papers from this state
sayin' the boy belongs to me.

One way or another,
I'll bring him back.

Do you always sleep
with your shoes on?

Still, they're your feet.

I suppose you can do
what you want.

Tomorrow,

we're gonna take you into town
and buy you some new clothes.

Would you like that?

And then after that,

Trampas is gonna show you
all around the ranch.

Did you ever see them
break a wild horse?

Or lead a thousand
cattle out to pasture?

There are so many that you
can't possibly see the ground.

And down in the barn,

we have a mare
that's ready to foal.

At any time now,

there'll be a brand-new
animal on this earth.

You can watch that little colt
stand for the first time...

and see how funny it looks when
it's taking its first steps.

You'll think it's
going to fall down.

But pretty soon, it'll
start sniffing the wind.

And then, it'll be running
beside its mother.

You could even give it its name.

Would you like that?

Would you like
to do these things?

Then you will.

I have to have
something to call you.

What do your folks call you?

Are they dead? Is that it?

My ma.

I'm sorry. And your pa?

Where's he?

Well, what does he call you?

Hoot.

Hoot. Hoot?

You mean like the owl?

It's nice meeting you, Hoot.

We're going to be good friends.

Don't you worry, son.
It's not gonna hurt a bit.

You have
my personal word for it.

Oh. Don't make it too hot, Clay.

I don't know how to heat
up a tub of bathwater.

I've been doing it for you for so
long, I thought you might have forgot.

Ah! Just right.

Well, have at her.

Well, aren't you going
to get undressed?

Can't take a bath with
your clothes on, you know.

Although, maybe those clothes you've
got on there could stand a scrubbin'.

Oh. Well, I can't say
as I blame him.

Truth is, when I was your age,
I wouldn't take a bath either.

You know,

my folks had to chase me
all over the ranch.

Sometimes, my dad
had to rope me,

and he wouldn't take the
rope off until I was in the tub.

There's just something about
bathwater and boys that don't mix.

Anyway, I couldn't see what good it did
me when it wrinkled me all up like that.

But maybe they were right.

Anyway, after the first
plunge, it wasn't so bad.

What is it?

What is it you're afraid of?

Is it because we're here?

Would you take a bath
if we left you alone?

All right.

And here's a nice warm
towel, and there's the soap.

And you just take your own time.

Oh, no. That boy's afraid of
a lot more than a little water.

You can see it in his eyes.

And you haven't been able to find
out anything more about him, huh?

Only that his mother's dead and that
his father calls him Hoot. Hoot what?

He won't say. Hmm. You
want me to have a talk with him?

Well, it can't hurt.

I've tried everything
I can think of.

I've talked to him like a son,
man-to-man, like a friend.

Tried making deals.
Even resorted to trickery.

He just... seems to sense
that I'm gonna ask him...

about his father
or where he came from,

and... he shuts up tight.

Maybe you will have better luck.

Well, it's worth a try.

Hmm. Funny thing.

He kind of grows on ya.

Those eyes...

They look like they've seen all
of the unhappiness in the world.

Maybe they have.

I just wish I knew
what he was afraid of.

Hmm.

Oh, my heavens.

Clay?

Clay?

- What is it?
- Come up here.

His back.

Oh, no.

Who would do a thing like that?

Up kind of late, aren't ya?

I couldn't sleep either. Stopped by to
see if that, uh, mare had had her foal yet.

Guess it won't be long now.

Wanna come inside with me
for a while?

Kind of cold this time
of night. Come on.

Sorry I don't have
any milk to offer you.

Plenty of this stuff, though,
if you don't mind drinkin' mud.

Want some?

Nothin' better than a good
cup of coffee on a cold night.

Go ahead and drink up.
Be careful now. It's hot.

That's a boy.

I guess you're tougher
than I thought.

Suppose you'd have to be, though,
runnin' away from home like you did.

Not that I blame you, seein' as
how you were beaten and whipped.

Uh, Mrs. Grainger saw the scars on
your back when she went to cover you up.

Guess I'd run away from home,
too, if my pa beat me like that.

My pa never beat me!

He was the best pa in the whole
world. You better take that back!

All right, Hoot. I'm
sorry. Come on. Sit down.

He used to take me fishin',

and he taught me how to ride
a horse and to do lots of things.

- Where is he now?
- He had to go away.

Hmm. Where to?

I don't know. But he'll be back,
and we'll be together always.

Who's been taking
care of you, Hoot?

Are they the folks who beat you?

If you tell me, maybe I
can do something about it.

And if I can't, maybe the sheriff
can. He knows we found you.

Once he hears you've been
beaten, he'll wanna know who did it.

Who was it, Hoot?
Come on. Tell me.

The Sillses. They beat me.

And I ain't never
goin' back. I won't.

It's gonna be all right, Hoot.

You just tell me
about these Sillses.

Everything's gonna be all right.

He said his pa left him with some
neighbors of theirs named the Sillses.

They live up near
Greely, Colorado.

His pa promised to send for
the boy later, but he never did.

How could he leave his son
with people like that?

Well, maybe he didn't know
what they were like.

All the more reason
not to leave him.

Well, I'm gonna ride on out there and
find out what they have to say about this.

And you can tell 'em for me,
if they want that boy back,

they'd better start treating him
like a human being.

I don't care if his father
left him there or not.

They so much as threaten to beat him again,
and they're going to have to answer to me.

We have laws against that
kind of thing. And you tell 'em...

that we intend
to keep an eye on Hoot.

- You tell them that.
- I'll make it clear.

How could anyone beat
a helpless child like that?

I'm sorry now that we
found out where he came from.

Well, we did.

Clay?

What if we didn't give him back?

A father has a right to leave
his boy with whoever he wants.

But what if he didn't know that
his son was gonna be beaten?

That doesn't make any difference.
He left him with the Sillses.

Maybe we can get 'em to
change their way towards

Hoot, but we can't
refuse to give him back.

But what will I tell him?
It doesn't seem right.

Well, it's the law.

And I warned you
about getting too attached.

"Too attached"?

What do you know about it?

What do you know about what
a woman feels toward a child?

I started getting attached
the minute I saw him.

I was already too attached when I held him
in my arms and saw that he needed my love.

Men! You think
you know everything!

And maybe you do...
about steers!

Get up there!

No. We never did
get that old mountain lion.

He just stopped comin' around.

Good. Well, what's
good about that?

I like mountain lions.

Well, I wasn't thinkin'
of it just like that,

but I guess I kind of
like 'em too.

Can I ask you somethin'
straight-out personal?

- Sure.
- Where'd you get a name like Hoot?

My pa gave it to me. He said
that I asked so many questions...

that someday I'll be
smarter than a hoot owl.

Well, I guess he knew
what he was talkin' about.

My pa knew just about
everything in the whole world.

He even knew stories
about a giant.

Only, he wasn't a bad giant.
He was a good giant...

who used to keep kids
from bein' scared of the dark.

He sure helped me.
I'm hardly scared of anything.

Boy, I sure wish I'd had a giant
like that when I was little.

What was this good giant's
name? Pa called him Bayo.

"Bayo"? Oh, that's a funny
name for a giant. But I like that.

Wanna hear a story?

I sure would.

Well, one day...

long, long, long ago,
when I was just a kid,

- there was this giant.
- Hoot?

Come see what we've got.

There he is.

What do you think
of him? Is he sick?

No. He's just a baby. What
are you going to name him?

Hmm? Hoot?

What'll you call him?

Bayo?

Bayo.

Bayo.

What?

Well, I was just telling my friend
here that there's lots better ways...

- to makin' money than workin' a ranch.
- Whoo! That's the truth.

Can you name one?

Well, there's, uh, finding gold.

Yeah! Yeah, yeah,
that's the thing.

I bet you Bayo and me could go up
there in them Medicine Bow mountains...

right now and find
all the gold we wanted.

- Now, what do you say, Bayo?
- Maybe we could.

Well, I know we could! Sure
we could, Bayo. Come here.

Look. Where do you think
would be the best place to look?

You given it any
thought, Bayo? Well...

Stony Ridge. That'd be the best.

Oh, you really think so?

- Stony Ridge, huh?
- Yeah, yeah.

You know, I was just
thinkin' the other day.

When the sun
gets on those mountains,

they look like they're
made out of gold.

Why don't we just get ourselves
a stake and go get us some?

Aw! Oh, now, come on. Let's
have a drink to our new partnership.

Come on, Bayo.
Sit down there, Bayo.

Oh, you earned your drink,
Bayo. You really earned your drink.

Who's there? Mrs. Sills?

Who is it? I
want to talk to you.

Go away! There's nothin' to steal
here. Just go away and leave us alone!

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I've come a long way.
All I want is some answers.

- About what?
- A boy named Hoot.

Just stand still, mister.
Don't you move.

Jonah Sills? Maybe.

Who are you? What do you want?

He says he wants
to know about Hoot.

Hoot? Well...
Well, what about him?

I'd like to see
who I'm talking to.

You run outside
and play, Sarah Lee.

Would you like some
coffee? No, thanks.

From the looks of your horse
out there, you rode a ways.

Wyoming. Medicine Bow.

Medicine Bow? That's... Katie.

You saying you rode all that
way just to ask about the boy?

Why? I think you know why.

You say it.

By the looks of his
back after he ran away.

Hoot run away?

Reckon you got
the wrong place, mister.

Hoot ain't lived with us
for almost two years.

- That's not his story.
- Well, then I guess he was lyin'.

T'ain't like Hoot to lie.
He was a good boy.

He spoke of his pa.

The Callahans
were neighbors of ours.

Luke Callahan just fell apart
when Hoot's ma died.

Couldn't work his spread
anymore, hardly wanted to live.

Only the one boy... Hoot.

Asked Katie and me
to look after him.

Said he was goin' off
to find a job someplace...

and he'd send for the boy
as soon as he could.

He never did.
Nearly a year went by.

We got some letters
from different places...

Not saying much,

asking after the boy
but not for him.

And then the letters
stopped comin'.

See, Hoot used to run away,
looking for his pa.

And then Jonah'd have to
go fetch him back again.

I didn't have the time for it.
Took me from my work.

Katie had a baby
on the way, and...

Well, you see how it was.
I got a family to look after.

Hardly enough
for the table as it is.

It didn't look like Hoot's pa
was gonna send for him, so I...

Well, I just had
to give him away.

- Where? Where did you give him?
- The orphanage over at Clearwater.

It's a real nice place.

Some woman come to pick him up.

She seemed nice enough.
Said they'd take good care of him.

Did you ever hear any more
from Luke Callahan?

Well, we got this letter
a few months ago.

Guess he figured the boy
was still with us.

Full of the same old promises.

- Did he say where he was?
- No.

But the letter was
postmarked Medicine Bow.

Can you point me to the
sheriff's office? Point you...

You're almost looking at it, mister.
It's right up there. Thank you.

You're welcome.

♪♪

Trampas? Huh?

Which shirt do you
think I should I buy?

Mmm, whichever one you want.

Well, that's not
much of an answer.

Well, you're the one who's supposed
to buy his clothes, remember?

Well, it wouldn't hurt
to offer an opinion.

All right. Uh, let's see.

Mmm! If I were just gonna work
around the ranch, uh... this one.

But on the other hand, if I
was goin' to a Sunday dance...

or courtin' that little girl down
the street, here's the one I...

Well, you wanted my opinion.

Don't you want to help Hoot?

Well, sure. It's just that...

Well, I don't think he's telling
us the truth. That's all.

About what?

The Sillses. Why didn't he
tell us about them to begin with?

Because he was afraid
we'd send him back.

Where was he heading
when we found him?

Just as far away from the Sillses as
he could get. And I don't blame him.

Maybe. I just...

Well, I think he's hiding
something, and he's afraid to tell us.

All right, Trampas.
Maybe he's an outlaw on the run.

Maybe you should
check with the sheriff and

see if he's wanted for
holding up a stagecoach.

And don't laugh at me!

If you would just take some time getting
to know him instead of being so suspicious.

All right. If it'll make
you any happier,

buy him both shirts.
I'll buy the pretty one.

But buying him a shirt
is not getting to know him.

All right.
I'll take him fishing.

When?

Well, the first chance I get.

- Do you promise?
- I promise.

Here. These should fit him.

Oh, uh, I gotta go to the bank.
I'll see you in a little bit.

Seems like everyone in town's
away... the sheriff, the clerk.

Well, he's in back.

That's a fine pair of shoes.

Must be for
a little brother, eh?

You're a bit young
to have a boy that size.

Well, whatever his reason,
the boy still lied to us.

Well, his scars weren't lies. He
probably got them at the orphanage.

They don't usually beat their
children, at least not with whips.

Maybe in this one they did. Well,
then why bring the Sillses into it?

Maybe he was hoping
they'd come and take him back.

They seemed like good people.

This Luke Callahan... you ever
hear of him in Medicine Bow?

No. He might've just been
passing through though.

I thought I'd go in later
and ask around.

And I'll have a talk with Hoot when he gets
back, try to get to the bottom of this.

Where is he? Holly
took him into town.

She wanted Doc to have
a look at his back.

Isn't that pretty well healed up by
now? Well, you know how Holly is.

Now that I think of it, somebody
was asking about a lost boy.

Only it seems to me
like they found one.

Did you see who?
Well, let's see.

That's right. It was the
foreman out at Shiloh.

Said this small boy
come wanderin' onto their land.

Is he still there?

Far as I know, 'less they
found who he belonged to.

This Shiloh now...
How far away is it?

- It's a couple hours' ride south of here.
- Ahh.

Thank you. Uh, you
headin' out there now?

As soon as the blacksmith
has my horse ready.

Well, just stay on the
main road. You can't miss it.

Hey, Bayo, you ever gonna
get this place swamped?

Well, I'm workin' on it
right now, Bart.

Well, don't forget
the boardwalk, will ya?

I won't.

Is that the kind you want?

Might as well take
a handful then.

Don't go far. We'll be
leaving soon. All right.

You oughta be
a little more careful, son.

- Sorry, mister.
- Hoot! Come along, Hoot!

Can't you talk
to him later, Clay?

Well, the sooner we all
learn the truth, the better.

If that boy ran away from an orphanage,
we've gotta make plans to send him back.

But will a few hours
make that much difference?

If you had seen how excited he was
about going fishing with Trampas...

If you'd seen his face... Well,
you can't take that away from him.

He's had too many disappointments
already. Well, all right, Holly.

But just as soon as he gets back,
we're gonna talk... just the two of us.

You got him!

Oop! Yep, yeah, yeah!

Uh! Yep, yep! Here we go! Oh!

Aw, I sure thought
I had him that time.

He wouldn't have
got away from my pa.

Huh, I don't know about that.

The way that fish
has been stealing my bait,

I wouldn't be surprised
if he's got hands.

- How do you know it's the same one?
- Recognize his laugh.

My pa could've caught him.

Guess he could've at that. Hmm.

I'll put another worm on here.

How do you like Shiloh
so far, Hoot?

It must be the biggest
ranch in the whole world.

Well, it's big, but I don't
know about the whole world.

When I grow up, I'm gonna have
a ranch just like it...

with a million head of cattle,
and mustangs and everything.

Well, I sure hope so.

- Trampas?
- Yeah?

If I had a ranch,
would you be my foreman?

Oh, I... I don't know, Hoot. I
got a pretty good job right here.

I'm gonna need someone who
knows as much about ranchin' as my pa.

Only he'll be too old
by then, so he'll have

to take care of the
books like Mr. Grainger.

Well, I'd... I'd like to be
your foreman, Hoot.

I'd like that very much.

You know, Hoot, I'm gonna try
my luck around the bend here.

Oops.

Dad gum, these trees
get in your way, don't they?

Trampas!
Trampas, my line's caught!

You gave me a good chase
this time, boy.

I'm gonna see to it
you don't run off again.

It'll do you no good to fight.

- Let go of him.
- This is none of your business.

I think it is.

I've got legal papers
on that boy!

You'll get yourself
in trouble protecting him.

You're on Shiloh land. You got something
to say, you say it to Mr. Grainger.

All right.

But when I leave Shiloh land,
that boy'll be going with me.

And you'll not be able
to do a thing about it.

We were told Hoot
was placed in an orphanage.

He was, but they
couldn't handle him.

He kept running
off, getting into trouble.

What kind of trouble?

- Ooh, stealin' food.
- He had to eat.

A child steals food. A grown
man... money to buy food.

It's all stealing.

The court found Hoot incorrigible,
placed him under my custody.

This, uh, "home" of yours...
what kind of place is it?

Oh, like it says there.

I take boys a bit too wild for their
own good and make men out of them.

You mean
you teach 'em to behave?

Ah, that's part of it.

Even if you have to use a whip.

We saw Hoot's back.

My boys...
are like wild animals.

Some of them take to kindness,
others you have to beat.

Now, Hoot is
a real troublemaker.

Tell me, does the court know about
these training methods of yours?

The court knows it has no more trouble with
my boys, and that's good enough for them.

- Well, it's not good enough for me.
- What do you mean?

I'm not turning Hoot
over to you.

That is a court order!
From another state.

It's legal anyplace
I hunt him down!

Maybe so, but you're not
taking that boy out of this house.

Is that clear, Mr. McPherson?

The sheriff might say different.

You're not the first ones tried to help
that boy, but I always get him back.

I will this time too.

Hoot isn't an orphan, Clay.

He doesn't belong in a home.
He has a father.

Not if we can't find him, Holly.
He doesn't have anyone.

But maybe it wasn't him, Bayo.
Three years is a long time.

She called him Hoot.

'Sides, I oughta
know my own son.

Then go to him.

Look at me, Claire!

That boy used to look up to me.

He thought his papa
knew everything,

could do everything
better than anybody else.

Now look what I've become. Hmm!

Someone the whole town
laughs at, makes a fool of.

Aw, I can't let him
see me like this!

You can change, Bayo.

Yeah, and I'm going to.

Only it just takes time!

I got plans.

Soon as I get on my feet,
I'm gonna send for him.

What are you gonna do
until then, Bayo?

You gonna stay drunk so that
you can forget he's around?

You gonna lock yourself into this
room so you don't run into him again?

Is that how you're gonna
get back on your feet?

It just takes time, Claire.

Oh, I've got these plans, but...

It takes time.

Well, it looks legal
enough. It's legal.

Now I want you to ride out
there and pick up that boy for me.

I've wasted enough time
here. Yeah, I guess you have.

Hey, what are you doing?
Just what it looks like.

I am going to wash up.

Well, when are you going out
there? Just as soon as I'm ready.

That can wait!

Now you listen to me, McPherson!

I've been riding all night looking
for an outlaw I never did find.

I've missed three meals, and
I've been caught in a windstorm.

And right now I am going to shave.
I'm going to get me something hot to eat,

something cold to drink,
and I may even take a nap!

- This is signed by a district judge!
- Then have him go get the boy!

When will you be ready?

About an hour. I'll be back.

Don't bother.
I'm going out there alone.

Sheriff, if you let
that boy get away, I'll...

You'll what, McPherson?

I'm sure you won't.

Hello. Good morning,
Claire. Maybe you can help me.

- You're not looking for a room, are you?
- No, no.

I'm looking for a man
named Callahan... Luke Callahan.

I think he was in Medicine Bow
about three months ago.

He must have stayed somewhere. I've tried
the hotel and the other boardinghouses.

- No, he didn't stay here.
- Are you sure? His boy's out at Shiloh.

I said he didn't stay here.

I don't know any Luke Callahan.
I've never heard of him.

Thanks, Claire.
Sorry I bothered you.

It's all right.

Claire?

Thanks.

And if I refuse
to give him to you?

Oh, you know better
than that, Clay. It's the law.

Well, I don't believe in a law that allows
a grown man to beat a defenseless child!

I know how you feel, but
McPherson's got a court order.

There's nothing
I can do about it.

You can give us a little more
time to try and find the boy's father.

My foreman's out looking for him
right now. What good will that do?

Hoot was sent to an
orphanage, and he wasn't

an orphan. To a home
for wayward boys.

Well, if that boy's wayward,
I'm a Missouri mule!

There must be some law that says
a father has a right to his own son!

If he wants him, which does not
seem to be the case.

Well, he will when he sees him.

Besides, I've never heard of a
Luke Callahan around Medicine Bow.

You've got to give us
a little more time, Mark.

This boy's whole life
may depend on it.

What do I tell McPherson?

Well, tell him the boy's
too sick to travel.

Tell him he ran away. Tell him
anything, but don't let him take him back.

He may never come out the same.

It is getting
kind of late in the day.

They couldn't go
very far at night.

I'll be back
in the morning, Clay.

If you haven't
found Callahan by then,

the boy goes back
with McPherson.

I've got no choice.

Is this how you're going to
pull yourself together, Bayo?

Is this all you're gonna do
for the rest of your life?

I'm all right.
I'll be fine by tomorrow.

This is tomorrow.

Look at yourself, Bayo.

Just look at yourself!

It's such a waste of a man.

I wanted to help, Bayo.

It seems I can't.

Wait!

I know where you
can find Luke Callahan.

- Where?
- At my place, upstairs.

Nobody in town knows him.

Not as Luke Callahan,
but they know him.

All the ladies turn the
other way at the sight of him.

The boys laugh at him,
and men poke fun at him.

He's the town drunk.
Goes by the name of Bayo.

Bayo. If you still
want to talk to him,

you're going to have to shake him up
a little bit to make him understand you.

Get him on his feet, please.

Get him to stand up and walk.

Dear God,
make him walk like a man.

Bayo! Callahan!

Luke Callahan! Yeah? Mm-hmm.

Now can you hear me?

Sit up and listen
to me. I'm all right.

Now, look. I don't want you to pass
out again while I'm talking to you.

I'm not that drunk.
I wish I was.

There's a bottle
around here somewhere.

Never mind about the bottle.
Just listen to me.

Your boy Hoot's
out at Shiloh Ranch.

He's out there,

and there's nothing he wants more
in this world than to see his father.

Not like this.

I'll give you time to shave and clean
up. Then I'm taking you to the boy.

Now you wait a minute, mister.
You're not gonna take me anywhere.

Why don't you just leave me alone, huh?
Go on about your business and let me be.

What's the matter, Luke?
You afraid of the boy?

Afraid of my own son?

That's 'bout the stupidest
thing I've ever heard.

I always loved my boy,
and he always loved me.

The only thing is,

I just need a li-little time
to straighten up a bit...

before I go to see him,
you know?

You know, the truth is,

I didn't want him to know
I was working in a saloon.

So, I'll go see him...
tomorrow or the next day.

I fell on hard times, mister.

That's why I had to leave Hoot
in the first place,

'cause I couldn't take care
of him the way I wanted to.

He seemed real fine when I saw
him with that Grainger woman.

Hmm! He got so big.

You know what he said to me?

"I'm sorry, mister." Yeah.

I don't know how he got
to the Shiloh,

but he sure seemed happy enough.

That's all I want...
For him to be happy.

Bayo! Boy ran away from a place
little better than a jail.

He was beaten.
Came to Shiloh by accident.

If you don't come and get him,

he's gonna have to go back to
the same place and more beatings.

That's just not so! I left him
with the Sillses, a fine family.

He kept on running away
from 'em, trying to find you.

I would've sent for him.

But, well,

you see the way
things are with me now.

Well, what am I
gonna do with him?

How am I gonna take care of him,
give him all the things that he needs...

Schoolin' and...
the right bringin' up?

No.

When I get on my feet again,
though, things are gonna be different.

You tell him that, huh?

As soon as I get on my feet.

Yeah, I'm gonna send for him.

And that is a promise.

Bayo?

Bayo! Bayo!

Oh!

Oh, Bayo.

You just couldn't be helped...

no way.

No way.

There's not much I can add to
what you've already said, Reverend.

There was one part that struck
me as particularly appropriate.

You said Luke Callahan
was one of God's children.

He returned to his father.

Not many of us here knew
the real Luke Callahan.

We only knew him
through his son.

To that boy,
Luke was a giant named Bayo.

A good giant... the best ever.

Let's all try to share
that memory of Luke Callahan.

It's probably a lot closer to
the truth than we'll ever know.

Hoot. Hoot?

We'll wait for you
down by the buggy.

Why'd you have to die, Pa?

You said you'd send for me.

You promised.

Hoot?

My name is Claire...
Claire Martin.

I was a friend of your father's.

- He told me all about you.
- Why didn't he send for me?

We were gonna
be together always.

Yes.

Yes, that's...
That's all he talked about.

Why, he could hardly wait
till you were together again.

He was going to send for you.

Then why didn't he?

Well, because...

Because he was waiting
for the right time when

he could take care of
you the way he wanted.

Your father was a fine man.

He loved you very much.

Don't you ever forget that.

The trouble with him was he...

He lost track of time.

You think I like turning
the boy over to McPherson?

There must be
something we can do.

We... We can't just let that man
take him back to that awful place.

If his father was still
alive, it'd be different.

I'd tell him to take the boy and tell
McPherson to go to court if he wanted to.

- But now...
- But now he's an orphan, plain and simple.

When he needs help the most,
McPherson has a legal right to him.

I'd just like to know how the law
got all turned around in this case...

to protect the guilty
and condemn the innocent.

Well, honey, it's not Mark's
fault. Oh, I know, I know.

The thing about the law is,
it was written by men.

Some men know how to use it
to take advantage of others.

Well, this man
has to be stopped.

Uncle Clay? Hoot took
old Charlie out for a ride.

I guess he just
wanted to be alone.

What about it?

Well, I don't know. It's just
that he's been gone so long.

I told him to meet me at the
corral, but he hasn't come back yet.

If something's happened,
I'll never forgive myself.

Well, maybe he just
rode out too far.

- Where's McPherson?
- I left him back in town.

But he could've followed me out here. He
doesn't trust me any more than I like him.

Oh, Clay.

Your runnin' days are over, boy.

You're coming back to stay
for a long time.

And I'll be watchin' ya
every minute of every day.

Sometimes my dad had to rope me.

He wouldn't take the
rope off till I was in the tub.

There's just something about...

boys and bathwater
that don't mix.

Anyway, I couldn't see what good
it did me when it left me all wrinkled.

And you will be able to watch that
little colt stand for the first time...

and see how funny it looks
taking its first steps.

You'll think it's going to fall.

But the first thing you
know, it'll sniff the wind,

and then it'll be running
alongside of its mother.

You could even give it its name.

What are you going to name it?

What'll you call him?

Bayo?

Bayo.

Gettin' close to the border now,
boy. You'll be home soon.

I'm hardly scared of anything.

Well, I wish I'd had a giant
like that around when I was little.

What was this good giant's
name? Pa called him Bayo.

"Bayo"? Oh, that's a funny
name for a giant. But I like that.

How do you like Shiloh
so far, Hoot?

It must be the biggest
ranch in the whole world.

Well, it's big, but I don't know
about the whole world.

When I grow up, I'm gonna
have a ranch just like it...

with a million head of cattle,
and mustangs and everything.

Well, I sure hope so.

Trampas? Yeah?

If I had a ranch,
would you be my foreman?

Likely miss your supper.

It won't be the first time, eh?

Or the last.

- What is this? What do you want?
- We can start with the boy.

Tell him, Sheriff! That boy's
been placed in my custody!

You take him, and
I'll take you into court!

Well, that's another
thing we want.

That way, the judge can see
how you treat those boys of yours.

Maybe you can explain what you do
with the money you get from the state,

instead of buying food
and decent clothes.

Yes, I think the judge could take a
good, hard look at that place of yours.

N-Now wait! I-If the boy means
so much to you, Mr. Grainger,

there's no use causin' ourselves
a lot of trouble, now, is there?

- I... You see what I mean?
- No, you don't see what he means.

If you don't take Mr. Grainger
to court, he'll take you.

And I'm taking you with
me now, McPherson. You

can wait for your court
appearance in my jail.

Jail? What for?
You can't arrest me!

- You've got no charge!
- That horse Hoot's ridin'...

Sure looks like a Shiloh
brand to me. What do

you say, Jim? Well,
yeah, it sure enough does.

Yeah, that's a Shiloh
horse. McPherson here was

just about to take it
right across the border.

Oh! That's bad. That's real bad.

What about horse stealing,
McPherson? That charge suit you?

I only took the boy!
He was on the horse!

You got to listen to me,
Sheriff! Listen to me!

Aw, come on, McPherson.
Let's go.

Come on, Hoot.

Claire! Come on in.
Thank you, Elizabeth.

Are your aunt and uncle at
home? Yes, they're in the study.

And McPherson?

They're gonna close up that home of
his and place the boys with good families.

Huh. What about Hoot? What good
family is he going to be placed with?

The Sillses were good enough,
but they couldn't help him in the least.

Miss Martin. Come in.

I couldn't help overhearing.
I can help him.

Well, won't you sit down?

Please... Please give me that chance.
I know how much he means to you.

But he means even more to me.

I tried to help his father,
and I failed.

I'm not blaming myself, and I'm
not here out of self-pity or guilt.

I loved Luke Callahan.

He made a promise to the boy.

I'd like to keep it for him.

But Hoot needs so much care.

I can give him that.

He'd have a room of his own.
I'd make a home for him.

Mmm, the boy needs a man...

I-I've talked to
the sheriff about that,

and he said he'd help
in that direction.

So Hoot would always have someone
to talk over special problems with.

Well, it'll be up to the court
to make the final decision.

And if they do turn
him over to you, they'll

be watching to see
you do a good job.

Anyway, there'll be some of us
pretty happy he's not too far away.

He could come out here
whenever he wants.

But, you see, in town with me,

he-he'd go to school
the way Bayo wanted.

And he can grow up to be the
man that his father wanted him to be.

Well, I guess it's up to Hoot.

How about it, young fella?

Do you want to make your home
in town with your father's friend?

Hoot?